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More of the same. Personally, I think Mick’s being a pussy about this, as usual, but this is the character in my head. So let it be written.
I’ll admit, I’m pulling some of this from ten years ago, when Mel and I met. I was a lowest-middle-class joe, fresh out of an emotionally cratering divorce. I didn’t find out she was making considerably more money than I […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Originally, I was going to have Heidi be a schoolteacher, but the plot required something that sent her out of town from time to time.
Everyone keeps screaming and crying about how “OMG 3-D PRINTERS WILL ALLOW PEOPLE TO MAKE GUNS!!!!” Once again, it’s all fearmongering bullshit. If I smash my head against my desk in exasperation any harder, I will have to buy a […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
We have a legally blind fan who visits our table every year at A-Kon. Freaked me out the first year when he picked up a book of ours, then demanded to buy it for the art. Turns out “Legally Blind” […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Ah, nothing like a reunion with a lover and immediately boning down hard, regardless of how public one’s immediate setting is. I may have ended up ruining a brand new pair of jeans with grass stains this way, ages ago. […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
This is kinda what it was like the first time I went to Mel’s apartment for the first time, years ago. She lived in “luxury apartments” (the dubious nature of the scare quotes will be explained in upcoming posts), unlike […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I had my own family emergency last week. Harrowing. It’s always fun to see your boss’s face when you interrupt a meeting and note that your daughter has gone missing, and you need to leave. It all turned out OK […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Well, this is a problem. Tee hee. It gets more fun in upcoming days. On a different note: Yep. We have them now. Kilt, boots, mohawk, and spiked wristbands not included.